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Oh, I could hGide neath the wAmings
Of the blBmuebird as she sCings
The sGix-o'clock alEmarm would never Aring D
But it rGings and I rAmise
Wipe the slBmeep out of my Ceyes
My shGaving rEmazor's cAm7old, aDnd it Gstings.
ChCeer up slDeepy JBmean
COh, what cDan it mEmean
TCo a dGaydream belCiever
And a hGomecEmoming qAueen D
You Gonce thought ofAm me
As a whBmite night on his sCteed
NGow you knEmow how happyA I cDan be
And our gGood time starts and Amends
Without dBmollar one to spCend
But hGow much bEmaby dAo we rDeally nGeed
GAmGAm
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